Guarding the Philosopher's Stone has been carried out so far, which can be said to be very tragic, almost the rhythm of group annihilation.

Neither side is in a good situation, Voldemort is no longer capable of casting spells, and the magic power he is now using with Quirrell, which means that Quirrell cannot cast spells either.

Hermione and Ron are in a coma. Dudley's magic was almost exhausted, and the explosion that blocked the Death Curse kept him unable to move, and he would have wanted to pass out if it weren't over now.

The only one of the four who was better was Harry.

The two sides were actually half-hearted, and Voldemort and Quirrell had the upper hand, because Harry's wand didn't know where it flew just now, and Quirrell was stronger than physical strength.

I don't know if Dumbledore didn't come back or if he was watching the play, but now he had to rely on Harry.

Harry, at this time, stopped in front of the glass case. He felt as if he was firmly entangled in the devil's net, and he couldn't move at all.

He didn't understand why Dudley had him put his hand on Voldemort's face, and he didn't know what the use of doing so was, but he believed Dudley's words, but he didn't have a good chance to do it right now.

"Kid... Draw your sword... Don't keep your friends waiting... Thus losing life. Voldemort's voice was full of bewilderment, but it was a pity that he was too weak now.

The scar on Harry's forehead ached, irritating his cranial nerves.

Dudley barely held his head and looked ahead, Harry was more difficult to do now, and Voldemort was quite wary of Harry.

Harry took a few deep breaths to cheer himself up, his hands on the hilt of his sword.

This was the only thing he had, he was betting that Voldemort would let his guard down the moment he drew his sword, and only then would he have a chance to put his hand on Voldemort's face.

Dudley smiled unnaturally at pain, he had seen through Harry's thoughts, he was witty, and he was confident that Harry would be able to pull out the Gryffindor sword.

Think about what Harry has done over the years, more like a Gryffindor than he is.

Just as Dudley's mind was confused.

Harry shouted, and lifted the Gryffindor sword directly above his head, he looked at the sword in amazement, it was easier to pull it up than he expected, and he didn't notice the slightest weight.

"Quick—" Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and approached Harry, "Get out of the way!"

"Don't think!"

Harry took a leap forward, and the high-raised Gryffindor sword slashed down, slashing Quirrell's left arm without hindrance.

Voldemort staggered forward without any pain, after all, his body was not his, where did the pain come from. It's just that he has pity for the hapless Quirrell, the pain is completely there, and his screams of pain can't control his body.

"The hosts... It's mine... My hands..."

Harry looked at the severed arm on the ground, frightened away from the sword in his hand, but he didn't forget Dudley's instructions, he pounced, his hands on Voldemort's face.

"Ahh

Voldemort cried out in pain, cracks appearing on his hideous face.

Suddenly.

Harry's scar was painful, and his eyes were black, but he held on.

Quirrell regained control of his body and jerked around and swept Harry away with his only right hand.

Harry fell to the ground with a bang, and it dawned on him why Dudley had let him use his hands to stick to it. Because when his exposed skin touched Voldemort, he felt excruciating pain.

"Kill him, idiot, hurry!" Voldemort was furious, he didn't want the Philosopher's Stone anymore, he just wanted to kill Harry.

Quirrell jumped to his feet as hard as he could, pounced on Harry's neck with his right hand, and could see the green scriptures on the back of his hand.

Harry was choked by the throat and could no longer breathe, he grabbed Quirrell's right hand with one hand, and put the other hand on Quirrell's face. The situation reversed, and Quirrell screamed to break free.

Harry's headache was getting worse and worse, and it was already dark before him, and all he could hear Quirrell screaming in horror and Voldemort roaring viciously, "Kill him!"

He could faintly hear voices shouting, "Harry, Harry!" a bit like Dudley's voice, and a bit like a woman's voice.

Gradually, he felt Quirrell's arm break free of him, he knew it was all over, and now no one could stop Voldemort, and then it fell into darkness and fell downward...... Fall.......

Dudley barely bothered up a little, looking at Quirrell staggering backwards, he coughed and laughed, Quirrell's body couldn't hold on for long.

The whole process was really beyond his imagination, and he thought that there would be a fierce fight, but who would have thought that after he and Voldemort put a spell on each other, everyone would be half dead.

Dudley didn't expect that Voldemort himself would have a crippled soul left, and that he would also control Quirrell's body to cast spells.

Neither his body nor his magic were Voldemort's, which had an effect on him but not very much, and what really caused him to do this was because he forcibly released the Avada Suo Curse.

Each release of this spell distorts the caster's soul, and for now, Voldemort simply can't withstand it.

It is inevitable that this situation will be created, if Voldemort does not control Quirrell's body, but lets Quirrell himself go to a magical duel with Dudley and them, Quirrell will have a great chance of winning.

A good deck of cards was played by Voldemort as no zuo no die.

Dudley looked at Voldemort, who was still unwilling to give up and still wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone, and he mocked: "You lost, die this heart, you can't get the Philosopher's Stone." ”

He was stunned, still wondering why Voldemort didn't say anything cruel, but he heard a "click" sound, and Quirrell's body gradually turned into stones, and many cracks appeared on his body, and it didn't take long for Quirrell to shatter into pieces after pieces.

He was completely relaxed now, and it was finally over, which made most of his life gone.

"Why hasn't it ended yet. ”

Dudley muttered, the matter is settled, and the end should be there.

"Dudley Dursley. ”

Dudley was stunned, why was there still Voldemort's voice, it was simply not a quiet corpse. He recuperated himself and looked over.

Quirrell was dead and couldn't die anymore, but Voldemort's broken soul was still floating in the air, and it was the first time he had seen Dudley Voldemort's soul.

It wasn't at all like the ghost in Hogwarts, whose soul was a black mist in the shape of a human.

"I'm going to make you die a bad death. ”

Voldemort swooped down towards Dudley.

Dudley didn't have any strength to move and dodge Voldemort's soul now, and he could only watch as Voldemort rushed towards him.

Getting closer, Voldemort's soul makes contact with Dudley's body. Voldemort passed through, and Dudley fainted.

Dudley couldn't feel anything in the darkness, only a roar in his ears.

"You killed me!"